Silas Hale, the youngest billionaire and CEO of Hale Inc., has transformed his bleak childhood memories into a global empire of innovative, welcoming hotels. Known for his ruthless perfectionism, Silas's life changes when he hires Vivienne Onaïs as...
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It was definitely weird.
I was not there to watch the first date as it happened but for the second, my schedule was open enough for me to be present behind the scenes.
Silas on a date was a sight to see.
The second date was with a woman named Monroe, a brunette with silky bouncy curls and tanned skin. Through the screen, I felt how warm her smile was and she spoke soft, elegant with a twinge of shyness, her slight accent drawing me in as well. I observed how Silas seemed more at ease because of her personality. He answered Monroe's questions politely and even managed to show his rare miniature smiles. However, I recognised a few clear signs of his specific discomfort even though he was hiding it pretty well — the way his fingers rhythmically tapped against the table light enough to not be noticed, his eyes sometimes flickering towards the door as if imagining his escape. It was so quick, I nearly did not notice.
Even so, he was doing well. This might just be someone he should go on another date with and I was sure the public would agree. Julian and his team have been keeping an eye on their reactions, trying to guide the next episode to their liking. This was specifically made for them after all and not for Silas. They did not need to know that though.
As I quickly answered the new mail from my phone, the date ended and Silas was already out of the room and in mine, waiting expectantly at the door the moment he locked eyes with me. Sighing and putting my phone away, I stood up and said my goodbyes to everyone before leaving with Silas.
"She was very nice." I chirped when we entered the elevator.
"She was alright." He muttered, clicking for the seventh floor.
I quirked an eyebrow up at him and he looked at me through the mirror. "What?"
I lifted my shoulders. "No, nothing..." I shook my head a bit, twirling the curly ends of my invisible locs. "It's just you know?– For an alright girl, you did share a few smiles."
He gave me a look. "If you are expecting some cliche, she made it easy for me to, type of line. You are sorely mistaken." He scoffed. "That date right there was called, me positively tolerating her with intense effort. If I could have it my way, I would not have been there."
He could see I was basically ecstatic by him telling me more than just if it went well or not and sighed at me. My smile was naturally bursting.
"And since you have been breathing down my neck about knowing my thoughts, I will do you this favour once– she was a bit too timid for my taste." He admitted.
"She was so cute though!" I exclaimed.
He hummed in response, not disagreeing or agreeing.
"And her hair! I am jealous." I sighed in content when I thought about her pillowcase curls.
